Gabriel's Redemption

Chapter Twenty

July 2011

Minneapolis, Minnesota

Paulina Gruscheva’s handwriting was bold and sophisticated, like the woman herself. She wrote with a Montblanc fountain pen, the black ink flowing in curved flourishes over the expensive cream-colored envelope.

She’d had to look up his address. Miraculously, he was in the Cambridge telephone book.

As she peered down at the letters and numbers she’d written, a smile of satisfaction spread across her beautiful features. Then she sealed the envelope and readied herself to take it to the post office.

He was going to be surprised.